JIM9334: so like knee high or sneaker liners?

Receptionitis15: ankle socks actually

JIM9334: any specific color?

Receptionitis15: just black I think, keep it simple

JIM9334: so it really is just socks that you need at the weekend huh?

Receptionitis15: it really is :D 

Jim leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head smirking at Pam. She arched her eyebrow at him with a wry smile, before pushing her chair back and turning to the wall to use the fax machine. Jim let out a little laugh to himself, earning an annoyed grunt from Dwight. Fine, if that's how she wants to play it, I can play her game, he thought.

They teased each other with different colours and patterns and sports vs. casual for the rest of the morning, enjoying the back and forth that they had going on. It was only when 3pm approached and Pam had to set off for the city that it hit them what was about to happen. As Pam picked up the cardboard box with her belongings and glanced around the office, she caught Jim's eye and he could see the apprehension plastered all over her face. He pushed himself out of his chair, and walked over to where Pam was standing in front of reception.

"Hey," he said softly, taking the box from her hands and tucking it under one arm. "Come on," he said with a nod of his head towards the door as he took her hand in his. Jim led Pam to the stairwell, and down to the first floor before stopping and turning to face her, seeing the fear and nervousness still in her eyes. He put the box on the floor, then cupped her cheek, rubbing her thumb softly back and forth for a few moments before he ducked down to kiss her. Pam melted into his touch, opening her mouth as she felt his tongue trace her bottom lip. As he felt her deepening the kiss, he let out a soft groan into her mouth, but realised where they were and quickly pulled himself back into check. They broke apart, slightly breathless, and Jim pressed his forehead to Pam's.

"I'm going to miss you so much," Pam whispered.

"Me too," Jim whispered back, before kissing her again. The reality of what was about to happen, the fact that they were going to be apart for months with only phone calls and weekend visits, hit him hard. He pulled Pam into his arms tightly, wrapping one around her back, and cradling her head to his chest with the other. He kissed the top of her head as he heard her softly sniffing. "Hey, it's gonna be ok, I promise," he said reassuringly. 

"I know," came Pam's muffled reply into his chest. "It just really sucks."

"Well this bit does," he agreed, his head resting on top of hers, "but you get to go live in New York, and study art and do all these amazingly cool things. And that part most definitely does not suck. It's gonna be awesome Beesly."

"I guess," she sighed, burying her face further into Jim's shirt, breathing in his scent whilst she still had the chance. "And it won't be long til you come visit right?"

"I'll be there Friday night at 8pm, I promise."

"And you'll bring socks?" she said, trying to stifle a giggle.

"And I'll bring socks," he said with an audible eye roll. "Wow. I honestly can't believe that's all you want me for."

"You better believe it Halpert," she grinned up at him. She tiptoed up for one final kiss. "Alright, I guess I better be going. Walk me down?"

"Of course." Jim picked up the box, tucking it back under his arm, and again took Pam's hand in his other, and together they walked down the stairs to her car.

--

Several hours and three rest stops later, Pam made it to her dorm room. After lugging her suitcases and the box of knick knacks from Dunder Mifflin up the stairs, she finally collapsed on her small twin bed and took out her phone to call Jim to let him know that she'd arrived safely. But first, she saw a string of messages that Jim had sent her during the car ride.

I'm at Target. Are you sure you just want black socks?

There's some cool spotty ones. I think I'll get you those.

How many socks is ‘more socks'? Are we talking a pack of 5? Or like multiple packs?

Pam let out a wide grin as she read. Such a dork, she thought, and god I miss him so much already. She went to speed dial and immediately called him.

"Hey Beesly," Jim said on the other end of the line as he picked up. 

"Hey you, still shopping for me?" she laughed.

"Oh no, I'm all finished, with my many, many purchases," he said in a very serious voice.

"Oooh are you gonna send me any pictures?"

"Pamela Beesly! I never expected something like that to come out of your mouth," he teased.

"Oh get your mind out of the gutter, you know I meant the socks."

She heard his laughter on the other end of the phone before he spoke again. "So how was the journey?"

"Was all fine, nothing to report really. I stopped a few times to pee and get some gas, but that was it really. What time are you heading to your parents?"

"Oh I'm here already, we're about to have dinner shortly. Call you when I get home?"

"Definitely," she replied.

"Love you." 

"Love you too. Oh and Jim?"

"Yeah?" 

"I can't wait to see," she paused, "the socks that you got me."

--

The following morning, Pam received a notification about an overnight delivery. After picking it up from reception and taking it back to her dorm room, she carefully opened the small squishy package, laughing at what she could already guess was inside it. Socks. She pulled out the pair of purple ankle socks with white polka dots on and giggled. She found her phone and messaged Jim her thanks, quickly receiving a reply.

You're very welcome. Glad you liked them.

And so it carried on the whole week. Each morning she received a small packet of socks in the mail, and each morning she giggled her thanks to him over the phone. Messages were exchanged throughout the day, asking for opinions on Target vs. Wegman's socks, if fluffy bed socks were needed, would a pair of Jim's socks be required as a keepsake so that she had something extra to remind herself of him. White sports socks and a pair with Mickey Mouse were added to Pam's growing collection in her top drawer. Each time she placed the new arrivals in her dresser, her stomach did a little flip thinking about how much she loved Jim and this silly little game they were playing. 

It wasn't until Friday morning when Pam went down to collect her expected package that she came away disappointed that it wasn't there. Wondering where it was, she sent Jim a quick message.

Did you forget about me this morning?

How could I ever forget about you?

How come no socks today?

Who said there were no socks today?

Well, they're not here

Patience Beesly. I thought I'd hand deliver them myself tonight.

Seems an awfully long way to drive to give me socks. The mail's been working just fine. But I guess I'll see you later.

Love you too.

Pam giggled at their conversation, unable to hide the smile on her face at the thought of seeing Jim later. The day quickly went downhill after their messaging and seemed to drag on and on, no matter what she did. She tried to pay attention in her classes and engage with her friends as they grabbed a quick lunch, but Pam just couldn't get her mind off of Jim. It was the longest they'd ever spent apart since they'd started dating, and it was really getting to Pam. It hadn't even been a week yet, and she wasn't entirely sure how she was going to go for the full three months without seeing him as much as she was used to, or wanted to. Just a few more hours, she said to herself as she looked at her watch whilst she sat on her bed, wondering what to do.

After a trip to the small store on the corner of her block to pick up some snacks and to the liquor store to get some beers for the weekend, Pam went back to her room to straighten things up. After tidying everything up, remaking the bed and arranging the snacks she'd bought, Pam took a shower. As the warm water fell over her body, she couldn't help but think about the weekend that lay ahead. Pam had made several plans, excited to show Jim everything that she'd discovered in her first week of living alone in New York, but she also had a sneaking suspicion that they might not make it out of her room too much, with so much catching up to do. She smiled at that thought as her hands rubbed soap all over her body, suddenly realising how much she was missing Jim right at that very moment. The urge to slip her hand between her legs was growing within her, but she knew if she waited just a little longer, Jim would bring her to a much stronger release that she'd ever be able to manage on her own.

With that in mind, Pam quickly rinsed off the suds and got out of the shower, wrapping herself in a large fluffy white towel. After drying herself and applying the vanilla scented body lotion that she knew Jim loved, Pam stepped into her pale pink lace panties and matching bra. She pulled on a pair of black yoga pants and a tight pale purple t-shirt, and sat cross legged on her bed waiting for Jim. She'd purposely not put any socks on, as she'd formed a plan to play a little prank on Jim. When he knocked on the door, Pam was going to open it, take the socks from him that she knew he would inevitably be holding, and then slam the door in his face. She giggled thinking about the look on his face when he would be met with a wooden door, rather than a kiss like he was most probably expecting. She just hoped that she'd be able to stifle her snickering that she knew she wouldn't be able to hold in, for long enough to pull it off.

Before she knew it, there was a gentle knock at the door and her insides burst into a million butterflies. Pam leapt off the bed, threw the door open and immediately jumped onto Jim, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Well hello to you too," Jim laughed.

"Sorry, I'm just so excited to see you," she said before tiptoeing up to kiss him. He immediately wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her closer to his body. The kiss was anything but gentle, with hands beginning to wonder over each other's bodies. It was only the tail end of a comment from a couple passing along the hallway that jolted them out of their embrace. Pam flushed red and tucked her hair behind her ear as she realised that they were standing in her doorway. She quickly tugged Jim's hand to pull him inside and kicked the door behind them closed.

"Damn it, I had a whole plan and you ruined it," she said, wrapping her arms around Jim's neck again as she bowed into his body. 

"Oh yeah?" Jim replied as he brushed her hair away from her neck and bent down to kiss it. "What was it?"

"I was just gonna, oooh," she moaned as Jim sucked lightly on the sensitive skin under her ear. "I was gonna grab the socks and slam the door in your face."

"What socks?" he asked as he pulled the neckline of Pam's t-shirt down slightly so that he could kiss her collarbone.

Pam pushed him back so that he lost contact with her skin. With his eyes closed, Jim tried to follow, but Pam took another step back. This was her moment to put her plan back into action and get the control back. "The socks that you were going to bring me? The whole reason you're here?"

"The whole reason I'm here? There's no other reason for me to be here?" Jim said looking at Pam with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, you said you were going to hand deliver the socks, so really shouldn't you do that?" she replied with her own arched eyebrow.

"Wow," Jim said, rubbing his chin. "Guess I better dig them out of my bag then." Jim turned around and bent down to rummage through his messenger bag. Pam couldn't help but stare at the dark fabric of his work pants as they stretched tight over his ass. It took everything in her to not reach out and run her hands over his back and further down to squeeze him slightly. Instead, she clasped her hands tightly behind her back and tried to look up at the ceiling.

Jim straightened up and held a pair of fluorescent pink socks in his hand, turning them over as he looked at Pam. "Alright, here you go. But, you can only have them on one condition," Jim warned, his tone serious, but deep and rich, sending a shiver through her.

"What's that?" Pam gulped.

Jim bent down close to her ear and whispered, "you have to let me put them on you," before gently biting on her earlobe.

"Ok," Pam breathed before Jim captured her lips. Just as the previous kiss in the hallway, this one was full of fervour, lips parting and tongues meeting. They groaned into each other's mouths as they tried to get closer to each other. Jim cradled Pam's head in one hand and had snaked the other around her waist to cup her ass and pull her flush to him. He squeezed her cheek gently and thrust his hips ever so slightly into her, so that she could feel how hard he was getting. 

She slipped her hands underneath Jim's jacket and ran them over his shoulders before slipping it off him and letting it drop to the floor. Jim's hands found the bottom of her t-shirt, and after gently stroking her waist, he pulled it up and off of Pam. She shook her hair out as the shirt was removed, and Jim immediately went to her lips again as his hands found her breasts. He massaged her through the pink lace, finding her nipples with his thumbs. He rubbed slow circles as she moaned into his mouth and let her hand drop to Jim's belt buckle. She went to open it, but Jim brought a hand down to cover hers and pushed her away. "Not yet," he whispered against pink lace as he brought his lips down to her breasts. The hand that had just pushed away hers from his waistband slipped between her legs and he slowly and lightly started to rub over her yoga pants.

"Please baby," Pam moaned as Jim's tongue licked its way across the top of her breast, "let me touch you." She tried again to reach him, but only managed to lightly palm his obvious erection for a second before he grabbed her wrist and held it above her head.

"Soon," he said as he slowly trailed his hand down her arm and behind her back to unhook her bra. As soon as it was on the floor, Jim moved down to lick Pam's nipple. He teased her, slowly circling one hard bud as she moaned above him, threading her hands through his hair to hold him to her. He lightly sucked, eliciting a cry from her and causing her hips to try to grind against him, looking for some sort of friction. Instead he dropped to his knees in front of her, hooked his fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them down. Pam held onto Jim's muscular shoulders as she stepped out of the pants, trembling slightly as she did so. As soon as her legs were free of the tight fabric, Jim pulled Pam close to his face so that his mouth was in line with the small triangle of pink lace, and kissed her over the fabric. He snaked his tongue out to tease her, tasting how wet her panties were already getting. Painfully slowly, he eased her out of the damp underwear, and ghosted his fingers down her legs as he took them down to the floor.

When Pam was finally naked, Jim slowly stood and again took her head in his hand to kiss her as he ran the other over her body. He lightly rubbed one nipple as he cupped her full breast, before softly tickling down her flat stomach and dipping between her legs. He gently ran one finger along her wet slit as he heard her breath hitch in anticipation, causing Jim to smile against her lips.

"Here, sit down," he said to her after pulling away slightly. In her dazed state, Pam forgot that she had been trying to get some sort of control on her failed prank, and immediately did as Jim said. She sat down on the edge of her bed, her legs slightly open as Jim kneeled in front of her on the floor with the fluorescent pink socks. He took one foot in his hand, and kissed the arch of her foot before he rolled the sock onto her right foot. He then carried on lightly kissing his way up her leg, sucking gently on her calf before moving higher to lick his way up her inner thigh. As he neared the apex of her legs, he could see just how turned on Pam was with the way that her opening was glistening. He was aching to run his tongue along it, but knew that they were still in the middle of the game that they were playing, and he wasn't finished yet. He slowly began to kiss his way back down to her feet, much to Pam's annoyance. He chuckled slightly at the puff of air he heard her roughly exhale, and moved over to kiss her left foot. He rolled on the next pink sock, and then again, slowly, achingly slowly, he made his way back up her smooth leg, trailing his hand on the other side to where his mouth was.

As he reached the top of her leg, he knew Pam was holding her breath, waiting for him to start licking and sucking her clit, and he himself was desperate too. Instead, he widened her legs slightly as he placed both of his hands on her thighs, and ducked his head between them to press a chaste kiss to her lips. He lingered for a second, allowing himself just the tiniest taste on his tongue, before he stood up and went to reach for his messenger bag.

Completely confused at the loss of the solid figure between her legs, Pam finally snapped her head up as Jim was reaching for the door knob. "What? Where are you going?" she almost shouted. 

Jim laughed. "Well, I've hand delivered the socks, as promised," he tried to say with a serious tone, "I believe you said that was all you needed. Right?"

"No, no, no, come back," she begged, her feet planted on the ground by the bed.

"Really? What for? You have your socks now," he smirked.

"Jim," Pam warned.

"Pam," he countered.

"Come on, stop playing now. Come back here."

"Oh, so are you admitting that you might need me for other things than just bringing you more socks?" he said, the raised eyebrow back again.

"Yes, you win, it's not just the socks," she quickly gave in.

"So what do you need me for then?" he asked.

"Please don't make me say it," she blushed. 

"Make you say what?" he teased.

"Come on, please," she begged, covering her exposed breasts with her arms as she began to feel slightly self conscious.  Jim knelt down between her legs again, parting them and pulling her hands away from her chest, managing to brush one of her nipples in the process. He looked up at her as he started placing kisses along the inside of her thigh, working his way higher. Just as he was about to reach where she wanted him the most, he slowly exhaled on her wet skin and moved to kiss the inside of her other thigh. "Jiiim," she whined. "Pleaseeeee."

"Please what?" he asked her thigh. 

"Please," she paused. "Please, please lick me." Her voice full of embarrassment.  

"Like this?" he asked as he licked her thigh. 

"No, you know." 

"All I know is I'm good for delivering socks," he said as he took each of her socked feet in his hands and placed them on his shoulders. He turned his head to kiss one of her calves. 

"Ok you win. I've missed you. I wanted to see you," she said to the top of his head. "I've missed this," she said with the tiniest thrust of her hips. 

"What? Me licking your pussy?" he asked before he moved his head directly between Pam's legs to suck her clit. Her loud moan was the only answer he needed to know he'd won their game. He sucked gently for a moment, before starting to flick it quickly with his tongue. Pam's luminescent feet on Jim's shoulders pushed on him slightly as her moans above him increased in volume. He took long laps of her soaking slit from bottom to top, dipping his tongue inside her each time he did so. He moved his thumb to her clit to rub quick tight circles in place of his tongue. He felt the pressure on his shoulders from her feet build as her back started to arch and he slipped one hand under her ass to pull her closer to his face as he continued licking her. 

"God I've missed this," Jim groaned into her skin. He changed places, lowering the hand that had been rubbing her clit to stroke the lengths of her folds instead, and he gently pushed a finger inside of her. 

"Oh god," Pam moaned as she felt another slide inside and Jim began to slowly pump. He took her clit back in his mouth and sucked her harder this time as the pace of his fingers increased. "Don't stop, don't stop, right there, oh god," she cried as she felt her orgasm beginning to build.  One of Pam's feet slipped from Jim's shoulder as he started flicking her clit faster with his tongue, and Jim held her thigh open with his hand. Her hips were starting to rise off of the edge of the bed, but Jim held her down. 

Pam threaded one hand into Jim's hair to hold him exactly where she wanted him, whilst the other rubbed one of her nipples. She was so close and with the cotton of the sock not allowing for any grip on Jim's shoulder, she felt her foot slip down his back.  As she felt Jim's fingers reach that spot inside of her, he started sucking her clit harder and that was the final push she needed before she started seeing stars. Pam turned her head to scream into the comforter on the bed in an attempt to muffle the sound from breaking through the thin walls of her dorm. She came hard, pulsating around Jim's fingers as he continued pumping quickly. Her hips were undulating against Jim's face as she rode out the last waves, and eventually collapsed on the bed, her leg falling away from Jim's back. He slowly kissed back down her left leg until he reached the bright pink sock and gave it a small squeeze. Pam gave a small, exhausted giggle at his touch. 

"You ok?" Jim asked as he ran his hands up her body and kissed the inside of her knee as he kneeled on the floor in front of her. 

Pam propped herself up on her arms to look down at him. "Yeah," she smiled. "I just really, really like my new socks," she smirked.